It is remarkable and fascinating that soldiers of all faith and none and of all cultures write about how the star constellations at night reminds them of their home, family and peace.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
(Extract from The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon)